The president's pet daughter

the next day.

Ling Zhaozhao, who had just woken up, looked at the pink Hermès bag on his dining table, and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

Isn't this the bag she has been thinking about?

"Sit down and have breakfast, look at your stupidity."

The elder mother, Yunmei, cast a reproachful glance at Ling Zhaozhao, and placed the still warm soy milk fritters in front of Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Shiyi, who was reading a magazine, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a smile appeared on his serious face.

"It seems that Dad bought it right."

"Dad~ you are so kind."

Ling Zhaozhao jumped up and down to Ling Shiyi's side, put his arms around Ling Shiyi's arm and acted like a baby.

"Holding someone else's husband and acting like a baby, don't you have a husband yourself?"

The adult mother was dissatisfied for a moment, and choked aside.

I don't know when this incompetent daughter of my family will be able to get a certificate from Xiao Song, and then she will be able to be a grandmother with peace of mind.

It's not that Ling Zhaozhao didn't hear her mother's hint, but she pretended not to understand, happily holding her new bag and sitting back in her seat.

"It's your mother's birthday on the weekend. Have you asked Xiao Song if he can come? Then we will have a lively birthday at home."

Ling Shiyi closed the magazine and looked up at Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao was eating delicious fried dough sticks, when he heard this, he immediately felt that even fried dough sticks were not delicious.

"I don't know if he has something to do this weekend... He probably won't be able to come."

Ling Shiyi had been mentioning this matter last week, but Ling Zhaozhao hadn't mentioned it to Song Mingzhe.

I thought I could fool the past, but now it seems impossible.

Song Mingzhe don't come here, if she comes here again, she won't have a foothold in this house.

And her wallet was already crying silently.

"What should I mean? If Xiao Song doesn't come, my birthday will be boring. It might as well be nothing."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help curling his lips when he saw his mother's eyes closed and about to wipe away her tears.

It's not that she said, the acting skills of my mother are not as good as Song Mingzhe.

Too superficial, too obvious.

Ling Zhaozhao saw his father's calm and prestige eyes again, and he really couldn't stand the mixed attack of men and women.

"Okay, okay, I have to tie him up if I tie him up, no."

"Mom will transfer you a sum of money later, and you can buy some more casual clothes for Xiao Song. Don't wear a suit all day, it's too restrictive."

"Don't wait until it's time, just today, you take Xiao Song to go shopping, and don't come back for dinner at night, the family won't cook your meal."

Yunmei waved her hand in high spirits.

Today is Friday, the best time for young couples to go shopping and date.

She didn't believe that Ling Zhaozhao wouldn't have any fierce sparks with Song Mingzhe under the influence of lovers all over the street.

Afraid that Ling Zhaozhao would find another reason to refuse, she directly picked up her mobile phone and sent a message in the group.

【Royal Chamber】

Savor the years carefully (mother goes to adult Yunmei): Xiao Song, Zhaozhao said today that she would go shopping and eat with you tonight, so Auntie won’t keep her meal tonight, you guys have a good time outside.

Song Mingzhe, who was listening to Gao Yu's report on today's itinerary, saw the phone's screen light up, and subconsciously unlocked it.

"Post tonight's meeting until tomorrow."

Song Mingzhe replied a good sentence in the group, and then coldly ordered Gao Yu to change the itinerary.

Gao Yu froze for a moment.

After all, the president of his own family rarely changes the itinerary at will.

But he reacted quickly and continued to report on the next itinerary.

Several WeChat messages popped up on Song Mingzhe's phone.

Ling Zhaozhao: You know, my mother threatened and lured me again.But tonight, this beautiful woman pays the bill, so I can't wrong you!

Ling Zhaozhao: Also, are you free on Sunday... My mother said that I have to invite you to her birthday party. (cry cry)

Ling Zhaozhao: Save me one more time!Please please!

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's desperate tone in the dialogue box, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly.

"The itinerary for the day after tomorrow is also arranged for tomorrow."

Gao Yu looked at the itinerary that had become extremely full last Saturday, and suddenly he couldn't hold back.

Good news, I am off tonight and Sunday.

Bad news, I have to work overtime with the president until I die on Saturday.